Crozier replies with a quiet chuckle. He had more things to pick at than his coifed hair or the perfectly-tailored uniform - unfortunate now, in retrospect, that such silly things bothered him. They both had reasons to hide themselves.

"Ram, how's the veg?" he asks, cocking his head to try and meet his gaze. He'd been quiet these past few minutes, probably just listening to him and Fitzjames talk in a way he was unaccustomed to.